You walk into a dark forest. the wind is whistling through the leaves, and the branches play a game with the few shards of light that penetrate the canopy. you walk slowly, feeling each twig break under your slow footsteps. You suddenly feel an involuntary shiver go up your spine. you turn around to leave, only to face even more trees. 'what the hell?' you say to yourself. You rnu blindly through the forest, not knowing where you are going, or why. suddenly, as if out of nowhere, appears a tower so grand, that you are surprised you didn't see it from outside the forest. You walk up to the ornate oak doors, and bang loudly, the sound echoing through the forest. one door opens, and a small boy is in the doorway. 'Please, come in traveller. Rest.' you walk into the building, not knowing what awaits you inside it's dusty walls. the door slams shut behind you, causing you to jump. you turn around, but discover a wall where the doors once stood. slowly, panic gets an icy grip on your mind once again. 'Where the hell am i?' you shout at the boy. 'Welcome' says the boy, a dark grin spreading accross his think face. 'to the hall of darkness.' It's then that you see the fog seeping in from between the cracks in the walls. 'What is this?' you try to scream, but the fog seems to muffle your voice. 'This' said the boy, his form slowly dissappearing into the fog. 'Is your story.'Well, My name is max, as ud already have guessed! And you have probably already guessed that i am mentally unstable. I suppose i write because i just want to get all of the amazing thoughts in my head down on paper before i forget them! im usually inspired by music, especially old classics like led zepplin! I suppose my ultimate goal in life would be to be an aouthor. i love writing! As well as occasionally killing K! ^_^ If you have any comments about any of my writing, be it good or bad, please say so! Cya! *Wanders off to Alice 'Muffin Girl' Smith page and kills k repeatedly!things i like:
cookies and other baked food!things i hate:
sclub 7+8 *shudder*
sprouts'i am ever hunted by the giant muffin that looms in the shadow behind me. i must go now.
quote, me talking to....me.
oh god..............THERES MORE OF 'EM!
more of what?
*army of giant muffins appears*
run. run like you have a giant muffin chasing you.
but we do have a...
yes i know! just run dammit! RUN!!!!
*strange bearded man appears* and now for some music.... *plays stairway to heaven by led zepplin* thats better.
in case you hadn't noticed, max has a strange obsession about being chased by giant muffins. hes seeing someone about it, but it ent working. *sigh* ah well. we can but hope.
*update* ahve finally got mah act together, and ahm writing chapter 4 of the darkness approaches.ahm some way into it, and i reckon it shud be better than the first to. fingers crossed!plus.....mah first update! yeyy!
we dont need no education
we dont need no thought control
no dark sarcasm in the classroom
teacher leave those kids alone
all in all your just a brick in the wall
all in all were all just bricks in the walllinks!
Chyaz 'little miss moose' samuel a fellow brit! read her stuff and JOIN THE MOOSE CREW!!!!
Taylor O'connor what can i say??? bleeding great artist!
Clair G Griffin theifs magic is great READ IT DARN YOU!
Patricia 'Bunny' Shaw obsessed wiv no capitals....lol c her stuff!
Alice 'Muffin Girl' Smith She edits my stuff b4 i put it up. she rocks at writing. READ NOW OR MAY ETERNAL MUFFINS NEVER CEASE 2 DEVOUR YOU!
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you’ll return to
Your valleys and your farms And you’ll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms
Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I’ve watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There’s so many different worlds
So many differents suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun’s gone to hell
And the moon’s riding high
Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die
But it’s written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We’re fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
Brothers in Arms by Dire Straits
Guestbook for Storyteller
|21 Jun 2004|| Chyaz Samuel|
Running is up! Please read!!!
|24 Jun 2004|| Chyaz Samuel|
|29 Sep 2004|| Chyaz Samuel|
A quick note to all Moose Crew members: the links are gone from my page BUTÖI have made a Moose Crew webpage!!! The link to it is on my bio under a heading (~~~ About the Moose Crew~~~ I thinkÖ). Please check out the site and sign the guestbook. Thanks!
|17 Dec 2004|| Chyaz Samuel|
*Random Chrimbo Cheer Alert* HAVE A GREAT CHRISTMAS!!!
|24 Apr 2005|| Chyaz Samuel|
Great to hear from you again mate, how are you getting on?
|17 Sep 2005|| Chyaz Samuel|
Heya, haven't heard from you in forever! Hope you're OK! Chyaz xxxxx
|25 Jun 2006|| World|
I am against you!
|23 May 2007|| Christy Miller|
Just leaving a not for everyone I can find in the library.
The Keys to becoming a successful author! Take care of them. - you must always remember this when you are writing. Sight, sound, taste, smell and feeling! They are simple, but many times, if you miss one of these, the book or story just isnít what it could be! Donít be afraid to describe in depth of what you see. Your readers donít know your world. If you want to show them exactly what you are creating, you need to be specific!
|17 Jul 2008|| Daisy|
ive found you.
you said you used to write.
ive found where wou wrote.
i couldnt belive it was you at first.....that picture is so cute! bless you.
max, i love you.
|17 Jul 2008|| Daisy|
oh, and your stuff is good!
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